Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.